Nightjars at Westleton Heath, Suffolk, UK in July 2019 – by Paul Ridout

“A rare reunion with my brother and sister on the edge of the heath provided a chance to listen to the slightly other-worldly churring of nightjars at around midnight. We only had to walk a short way from the road to find ourselves surrounded by these sounds, stopping and starting in the dark. The path we were standing on was aligned with the road so, when we heard (and then saw) a car approaching from the west we wondered (in my brother’s case out loud) whether the driver could see us in their headlights, and whether they had any idea of the mysterious bird noises that held us there.”